Yesterday I was looking for something in some William Ward Watkin materials and I found this little poem written by Dr. Lovett and its accompanying explanation. It was in a folder labeled “Landscaping.” While I do follow the logic, that doesn’t seem quite right.

It’s hard to be sure but I think the tree Lovett so admired is at the left just inside Gate 1:

When I read this I sat down on the floor and cried. It might be time to take some vacation.

Bonus: I’ve been seeing these little guys all over campus recently. They look like juvenile golden crested night herons.

7 Responses to “the passing of an old sentinel,” 1921

Once upon a time at the southwest corner of Kirby and Richmond there was an old house with a magnificent stand of huge oak trees. When they were cut down to make room for another tasteless strip center I was saddened. I can empathize with Dr. Lovett.